I'm back with another submission. Sorry if this post sounds bleh, a pipe broke in the basement and flooded it so I am beyond exhausted from having to run around town for shit to fix it. But I'm home now, and I realized I hadn't checked my inbox in a couple days and had a new submission. Someone named miss Alice Baker very kindly wrote in with the following vulnerable story regarding her childhood encounter with a familiar entity.

"When I was 8 years old, around September or December, I was playing Hide-N-Seek at school with a handful of friends. There weren't a lot of places to hide on the playground, but I had secured my spot in a ditch right against the fence. We weren't supposed to run over there very much. There were never adults to watch us all.

Anyway. That was the first time I saw it. The premiere manifestation of terror– the No Face Man.

It's picked us off over the years. The five of us kids, plus a baby sister. I'm the final girl, and an adult, and it has shown no signs of stopping.

I read through your blog, and I appreciate the work you're doing. I hope you're safe out there."

Alice, my deepest condolences for your losses. Really. My heart goes out to you and I really hope you stay safe. If I find anything of value that may help ease your situation, it'll be posted here. I know I've been slow going, I'm attempting to restore a lot of old material into a postable format, but hopefully this blog is helpful to you regardless. I wish you better and more peaceful days ahead.

-Izzy